Mintra Mankasingh Poet Rhyme

Things

Sitting outside as the sun begins to fall,
painting ginger and orange across it all.
Pine-blue skies with clouds of white,
slowly surrendering the day to night.

For just a moment, I long to be still,
to quiet the noise, to silence the will
of a world that keeps turning, demanding my mind,
leaving peace and tranquility harder to find.

For even in silence, the world finds a way
to follow our thoughts at the end of the day.
The mishmash of troubles, the turmoil, the strain,
keep knocking on doors of the heart and the brain.

And perhaps the greatest challenge we face
is a politically charged world moving at pace—
where opinions collide and divisions arise,
and peace seems to hide beneath troubled skies.

Sometimes I wonder, what if we could go
back to simpler times, moving gentle and slow?
When a sunset was simply a beautiful view,
and silence was something the heart simply knew.

What if we could live without choosing a side,
and let kindness and reason become our guide?
What if the world could remember somehow
that peace doesn’t live in tomorrow—
it lives in the now.

Perhaps then this world, so restless and wild,
could soften its heart like a peaceful child.
Perhaps we could breathe, let the old burdens go,
and find the quiet peace we once seemed to know.

For beneath all the noise, beneath all the strife,
there must still be a simpler way of life—
a place where the soul can rest and be free,
beneath a sunset, beside a quiet tree.

And maybe, just maybe, if we gave it a chance,
the world could remember the beauty of balance—
where silence is sacred, where hearts can be whole,
and peace isn’t something we seek…

but something we know.

Written by mj 10/26

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